![]() The Clint Eastwood house is so rad, and those guys are reeeaaal nice. Looks like we’re not going to be able to buy any more beers. With our van no better off than when we brought it in, we stuffed our faces with tacos and hemorrhaged transmission fluid all the way to Chicago. Way too many phone calls and a McGriddle later, and those people charged me $156 for something I told them I already knew. ![]() They told us the van would be ready in an hour and a half, so Andy and I camped out in a McDonald’s FOR LIKE 5 HOURS. You know, AAA approved, family-owned, apple pie kind of stuff. Andy and I (hi it’s Tanner) woke up at 7:30 (oof) and took Donna to this repair shop a couple of miles away. The van had been slipping gears since Nashville (probably a transmission leak or something patchable like that), and with the short drive to Chicago, we decided that the morning after the show was the perfect time to get it looked at. ![]() Who’s going to keep Shane in line? Does this mean Andrea is going to start sucking even more? BLEGH. There were some guitar troubles, but not getting grilled by some hipster hardcore loser was a real morale booster.Īctually, can I take that morale thing back? We caught up on The Walking Dead tonight, and (spoiler alert I’m sorry) CAN YOU BELIEVE THEY FUCKING KILLED OFF DALE? No way. As far as shows go, I really think this was a turning point for the tour. I could probably sit here and talk for pages about how great both of them were. Horrible Things opened, and a newer band called Enta closed. The local bands were all that and a bag of Doritos (the taco flavored kind). Large, cozy room, good sound, big stage, girls, lights, people in band shirts, girls. We played at a place called IMC (Independent Media Center). You know, the kind that comment on bands’ facebooks with lessthanthrees (<3) and way too many stars and tildes. We go by Direct Effect, teaching you suckers the value of internet respect. House show insanity aside, we had a great time and look forward to hanging with Ryan again. Our guy Ryan Azada, may he be blessed, let us sleep at his place and pulled money out of his own pockets to make sure we had an all right time. On top of all that Memphis Mayhem (sounds like a rad wrestling event), those long-haired mush mouths didn’t donate at all. We walked outside to load up, and some guy was just dragging his goddamned bleeding hand into funny shapes on the concrete (Metal?), this one girl got barefoot, another “gentleman” tried lighting the entire the porch on fire (Metal.), some guy stole two of our beers (I DIDN’T EVEN GET TO HAVE ONE), and our van had been saran wrapped like a vegan cinnamon roll. All that was fine and dandy, but then it got weird. The last band did too, plenty of headbangin’ and flying V shreddin’. The crowd was pretty polite and attentive. We played second after one of the better bands we’ve been on a bill with thus far on tour. The house we played in was kind of small but I’m pretty sure that makes it more punk, and I like punk/appearing punk. We stood outside and Andy did some Elvis dance moves and wrote, “THX 4 ROCKIN PEACE & LOVE – ANDY” on the ground. We pulled in and almost immediately went to Graceland. ![]() Man, I don’t know where you got your mosh grooves, why you think that homeless guy asking everyone to smell his nuts was alright (Dare I say normal? You guys seemed pretty comfortable with that guy being there), or why you saran wrapped our van, but dude, what the heck. If there’s something you want to talk about, just call me. Memphis, what the fuck is going on with you? Like, I don’t even mean that offensively.
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